Making Lists Of Reasons Was

The Mind Can’t Explain It, And You Can’t Make It Go Away. It’s Called Love.

She Fell Asleep, And It Was A Sleep As Thin As The Night Clouds, Dotted With Dreams That Came And Went Like The Stars.

And They Are Beginning To Realize That The World They Live In Is A Place Where The Right Thing Is Often Hard, Sometimes Dangerous, And Frequently Unpopular.

The Writer After All Is Only Half The Book, The Other Half Is The Reader.

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.